Herbert Nehrlich - A Freckle Remembered

A freckle on my Grandpa's nose,
was prominent, but I suppose
it did not bother him in life.
Though Grandma, who had been his wife
for fifty years in splendic health
she took the freckle with his wealth.

One day, their son, a smart physician
had come to go, with Grandpa, fishing.
He glanced upon his father's nose
where still the freckle thing arose.
And gave his learned diagnosis
'A Seborrheic Keratosis.'

No need was seen for intervention
and they decided not to mention
the stigma in my Grandpa's face.
Well, life went on, its hurried pace
eventually caught up with him,
at first his vision went to dim
and then, while telling a good joke
he suffered a tremendous stroke.

He wore his suit, with silken vest
went off to take his final rest.
I watched as our pastor prayed
and how the giant oak tree swayed.
Then Grandma handed him a rose
as I was staring at his nose.

Herbert Nehrlich

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